Chapter 104: Managing The Song Family
Wang Li surveyed the scene with a hint of satisfaction. The swift takedown sent a clear message – the Xia Family wouldn’t tolerate treachery within the Song walls.
He sheathed his blade, the Yin-Yang energy dissipating into the night air.
With a measured stride, he approached Song Jingyan, who stood frozen, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and newfound respect. He bowed deeply, his voice devoid of the usual theatricality.
“Madam Song,” he intoned, “your enemies have been dealt with. The Song Family’s unity remains intact.”
The impact was immediate. The captured elders, their faces ashen with defeat, witnessed this unexpected display of deference. A tremor of unease ran through their ranks.
The Eagle Masked Expert, the very embodiment of power, was bowing to the woman they had sought to overthrow.
It shattered their perception of Song Jingyan’s standing and instilled a newfound fear of her authority.
Song Jingyan, still processing the events, nodded slowly in response to Wang Li’s words.
Wang Li straightened, a hint of a smile playing on his lips hidden beneath the mask.
With a gesture, his Xia Family subordinates materialized beside him, each one escorting a disarmed and subdued elder towards the Song Family dungeons.
The once-proud elders, their rebellion crushed, shuffled along with downcast eyes, their earlier defiance replaced by a crushing sense of defeat.
As the last elder disappeared from sight, an awkward silence settled between Song Jingyan and Wang Li.
The battlefield, now bathed in the cool moonlight, bore witness to the aftermath of the skirmish.
Wang Li, his posture relaxing slightly, spoke in a more casual tone.
“Madam Song,” he began, his voice losing its formal edge, “I trust you won’t forget the favor I’ve bestowed upon you.” His words hung in the air, carrying a subtle implication.
Song Jingyan’s brow furrowed. She wasn’t naive. It was clear now that the Eagle Masked Expert’s display of respect wasn’t just a show of chivalry. It was a strategic move. By bowing to her in front of the elders, he had elevated her status, solidified her position as leader in the eyes of the Song Family.
However, Song Jingyan spoke to Wang Li and speaks, “…My husband Weiguang won’t like it that you have killed two of his beloved wives like that.”
Wang Li rolled his eyes in return as he responds nonchalantly, “He will need to put down his personal relationships with those wives and view them merely as traitors of his Song Family. Anyway, enough about that. You should instead consider how you will repay this debt to me.”
A wave of gratitude washed over her. “Such a debt is beyond measure,” she admitted honestly. “When my husband, Song Weiguang, returns, I will ensure a strong alliance is formed between our families, a testament to your unwavering support.”
Wang Li, however, seemed unfazed by her promise. He raised a hand, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “There’s no need to wait for your husband’s return, Madam Song. Why not act now? You are the leader, a pillar of strength for the Song Family. Show them that your leadership extends to forming strategic alliances.”
Song Jingyan felt a blush creep up her neck. The way his words resonated with her earlier encounter was unsettling. Did he truly mean a formal alliance, or was there something… more… lurking in his suggestion? Her gaze met his eyes, the only visible part of his face. They were calm, almost calculating, with a hint of hidden amusement.
“The Xia Family values strong leadership, Madam Song,” he continued, his voice laced with a subtle allure. “We value those who are decisive, who aren’t afraid to take charge.”
Song Jingyan felt a familiar fluttering in her chest. The danger had passed, yet a new tension hung in the air.
The following days after the rebellion were a whirlwind of activity for Song Jingyan. The aftermath of the coup attempt left a gaping hole in the Song Family leadership. Several elders, once influential figures, were now disgraced and imprisoned. Others, their loyalties uncertain, remained under close scrutiny.
It was during this critical time that Wang Li, the Eagle Masked Expert, began to subtly assert his influence. His visits, ostensibly to discuss security measures, often extended into lengthy meetings with Song Jingyan.
During these meetings, Wang Li displayed an uncanny grasp of Song Family affairs.
His words, always measured and insightful, revealed a deep understanding of political maneuvering and factional dynamics within the Song Family. He proposed solutions that appeased the disgruntled elders without compromising Song Jingyan’s authority.
Song Jingyan, initially wary of his motives, couldn’t help but be impressed by his strategic brilliance. His suggestions, delivered with an air of quiet confidence, resonated with a truthfulness she found lacking in the self-serving ramblings of the elders. As she observed him subtly guide the conversation, a strange warmth bloomed in her chest.
Here was a man who saw through the political scenario and focused on the greater good of the Song Family – a quality she had always admired in her husband, Song Weiguang.
Yet, a niggling doubt persisted.
While Song Weiguang’s strength lay in his brute force and unwavering loyalty, the Eagle Masked Expert possessed a cunning intellect that Song Weiguang could only dream of.
Moreover, this Eagle Masked Expert’s combat prowess, showcased during the rebellion, was unmatched, his movements being a blur of deadly grace.
Each encounter with him chipped away at the idealized image of Song Weiguang she had held in her heart.
One afternoon, while reviewing reports of a bandit raid on a nearby village, a sense of helplessness washed over Song Jingyan. The village, a source of vital resources for the Song Family, had been left in ruins. Her current forces were stretched thin, and dispatching reinforcements would leave the Song Family vulnerable.
“There could be a solution, Madam Song,” Wang Li spoke, his voice a steady presence beside her. He outlined a daring plan – a surprise attack on the bandits’ hideout, utilizing a smaller, more agile force. The strategy, audacious yet meticulously planned, promised a swift and decisive victory.
Song Jingyan studied the map laid out before her, her initial hesitation melting away as she grasped the brilliance of the plan.
“It’s risky,” she admitted, “but it might be the only way to send a strong message and protect our interests.”
Wang Li nodded. “Risk is inherent in any endeavor, Madam Song. The key lies in careful planning and choosing the right team for the mission.” He proposed a group of younger cultivators, their talents honed for speed and stealth, led by himself.
The council erupted in a cacophony of protests. The elders, accustomed to the brute force tactics of the past, scoffed at the notion of a small, untested force taking on a notorious bandit group. However, Song Jingyan, her faith in the Eagle Masked Expert solidified, silenced the dissent.
“We have discussed the options, and this plan holds the most promise,” she declared, her voice ringing with newfound authority. “The Eagle Masked Expert will lead the mission, and I expect your full cooperation.”
The surprise attack, executed with flawless precision under Wang Li’s command, was a resounding success. The bandits were routed, their leader captured.
News of the victory reverberated through the Song Family, bolstering Song Jingyan’s image as a decisive and strategic leader.
As Song Jingyan and Wang Li stood overlooking the captured bandit leader, a tense silence settled between them.
The moonlight glinted off the silver mask, hiding the emotions playing on his face. Yet, Song Jingyan felt a connection she couldn’t explain.
Here was a man who, with a single mission, had not only secured the Song Family’s resources but had also elevated her own position. A pang of longing, unfamiliar and unsettling, twisted in her heart.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You have… proven yourself a valuable ally, Eagle Masked Expert.”
Wang Li remained silent for a moment, then dipped his head in a gesture of respect. “The Song Family is fortunate to have a leader like you, Madam Song,” he replied, his voice a low murmur. His words, though seemingly neutral, resonated with a hidden meaning that made Song Jingyan’s cheeks flush.
As she watched him disappear into the night, a multitude of emotions warred within her. Gratitude for his help, admiration for his skills, and a burgeoning attraction, all intertwined with the lingering loyalty she held for her absent husband.
